Doctors, Snow blower, and a few thoughts
by Barry Bauer
So you think your doctor doesn’t listen to you? Well, you’re probably right. You can quit feeling paranoid about it because a lot of people feel that way. It’s not your fault, it’s the doctor’s.
A year or so ago I had what was my third episode of a blocked tear duct and because my doctor wasn’t in that day, I saw a physician assistant for the first time. I told her about my history and also told her the doctor prescribed antibiotic eye drops and which usually clears it up in a week. She argued with me and said, “If your tear ducts are blocked, where do you think all those tears are coming from?”
Can you believe that?
Actually, the tears come from the Lacrimal glands located in the eye socket and the eyelids distribute tears over the surface of the eye and the excess is drained through the tear ducts that lead into your nose which is why Wal-Marts sell hankies.
Yup, I had to look it up so I’d say it right.
She agreed to renew my prescription but said, “I don’t think it’s going to help.” A week later my eye cleared up. Physicians should never underestimate what a patient knows about his or her body.
Recently, I had to go to the doctor to have my prescriptions renewed. Again my doctor wasn’t in so I saw another doctor I’ve never heard of. My blood pressure is always high at the doctors’ office. They call it, “White Coat Syndrome.” Simply put, doctors scare the hell out of me. All of the pills they put me on to make it all better have never changed that.
Anyway, my blood pressure was high again so this doctor changed all my meds except for the one pill I take for arthritis and he doesn’t even know me!
I asked him what’s more important, the blood pressure I have for just a few minutes in his office, or the blood pressure I have at home. A few years ago they had us keep track of my blood pressure at home and it was always well within what it should be. He said that what it is at the office is the standard they go by so the rest of my day means nothing. Basically what he’s telling me is to stay the hell away from the doctors’ office!
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With the recent snowstorm I had to drag my snow blower out of hibernation and get it started. My sure fire method to start it is to pull the sparkplug, shoot some rocket fuel from the tank into the cylinder, put everything back together, and give it a pull (no electric start). It didn’t start the first time so I tried it again except I dropped my eyedropper into the gas tank and it disappeared. I had another eyedropper so I repeated loading up the cylinder and tried again. It started right up.
As for the drowned eye dropper, I’ll fish it out later when it comes to the surface. No need for scuba divers at this time, thank-you for offering anyway.
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A few thoughts:
Given the recent frigid weather, it would be up to 30 degrees warmer to crawl inside a working refrigerator.
If there is such a thing a global warming, where the hell is all that cold air coming from?
Congress is trying to pass the “Dream Act” to speed citizenship for younger illegal immigrants brought here by their parents when they were young. How about a Dream Act for Americans? Who is our government representing anyway? I asked that because Americans are losing their “Dream” and fast.
A federal judge found parts of Obamacare unconstitutional. I knew that already. That’s like saying everybody has to buy a car otherwise you’ll be penalized.
While bringing in firewood Tuesday I saw two Canadian Geese heading north. Isn’t this their kind of weather or was it a touch too warm?
When we go to the doctors’ office why do we have to tell them what drugs we’re on? Shouldn’t they already know because they’re the ones that prescribed them?
Word to the wise, the United States can not and should not be responsible for everybody’s happiness in the world.
I’m a little nervous about having an emotional representative, John Boehner, as Speaker of the House. He’ll be third in line to the presidency. I can just imagine what his presidential news conferences might sound like.
Until the next time . . .